Fear. Pleasure. Loathing. Intrigue.
Thinking about it can twist my stomach into knots. If you'd asked me a few years ago if I'd be willing to experiment with a cane, I would've said hell no! It was a hard limit for me in the beginning. Everything I saw or heard about caning seemed so severe which terrified me.
And being American, it's not the most common type of implement to really be exposed to anyway. Many spankos have never touched one. My friend Mr. A started to really get into caning last year and after hearing many good things from others who'd tried it, I bit the bullet. It was a really good experience, which I wrote about here.
Crazy me, I've since requested it on a few occasions. I've grown to really enjoy it at times. But that certainly doesn't mean that I always receive nice canings. It can leave a sting like no other. For those who've never tried it, just remember that no one implement is really "bad." It's a matter of the intent to which it's being used and who is wielding it. Just about anything can be used softer or sensually up to making you feel like you've been attacked by a swarm of bees.
I also prefer sting to thud so it works quite nicely for that. But there are a lot of different canes out there and I'm told that many of them are on the thuddy end of the equation, if that's your cup of tea. I also love the ritual part of a spanking. Canes can give a very school-type traditional feel to a scene. Being bent over a desk, skirt raised, can be thrilling and terrifying all at the same time.
When I'm in the right headspace for it, the cane creates quite the mindfuck. Hearing that unmistakable swish through the air before it strikes. Feeling the light taps across my bottom before the harder stroke lands. The sound, the feel, it's the whole package. *shivers* Mindfuck. I know someone will get after me for language, but that's really the perfect word to describe it. I need something that gets into my head sometimes.
|found at The Pink Papers|
If you're a fan of marks, the cane leaves some distinct and lovely ones. Angry little lines of fire. It can be applied in many different ways. Softer, sensually, with a touch of sting. A slow, steady build-up, preparing you for the six of the best at the end. Fast and furious, squirm-inducing, feet kicking, feeling like your bottom is on fire sting. Tonight I received the latter and am typing this while sitting on my stinging bottom with a smile.